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Extreme Makeover: Table Edition

I finished refinishing our table about two weeks ago now, but am just getting around to posting about it.

This table was given to us (freecycle), so it was worn when we got it.  The table is a solid table, but not the most beautiful table. I will be honest, from the moment we got it, I was thinking of the day that we could get rid of it and get a nice, new, pretty table.  But as time went by and the boys added to the scratches and gauges, my desire for a new table faded.  But, this summer, I decided enough was enough.  I was tired of the ugly, scratched up table and decided to refinish it.

The table before. Yes, there are permanent marker marks on it!!

Notice the dark finish that highlights all the srctahes!!

Stripping the finish.

What we ate at while our table was getting refinished.

Progress. Notice the top portion vs. the bottom.  The top had been sanded more that the bottom portion.


After the new stain.

Table: After!!
I am not going to sugar coat it, this was a difficult project.  I had delusions that I would have it done in one week.  After four weeks, the family began to get restless eating at a card table and so I was forced to spend any spare time tyring to get it done. 

The sanding was the most lenghty part of the project.  About 80% of the sanding was done by hand!  Then, I borrowed a friend's electric sander which helped tons.  The only part of the project I am not happy about is the polyurethane coating.  First, it is too shiny for my liking.  Second, the first two coats went on great, but the third bubbled a bit (and got some bugs stuck in it too!).  I may decide to sand the third coat down again and try it again, but for now the table is in use.  I bought nice place mats that the boys can bang their forks on all they want and NOT damage the table. So hopefully, this table will have lots of years left in it!

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